Psych Ward (Peterick)

Chapter 3

Joe's POV:

Is it so much to ask, to get some god damn piece of quiet in this hellhole. First the screaming now the banging. Will this kid ever stop.

'Nurse' I yelled and soon Nurse Stacey came in my room.

'That kid is going at it again' I stated.

She looked at me confused but her eyes went big as she heard the loud banging. She immidatly ran out of my room leaving me baffled.

I didnt know who that was. Who screamed almost everynight. I didn't know who made those banging sounds. All I knew it was freaking annoying.

I still haven't been out of my room since I came here two weeks ago. My OCD got totally out of hand. Everything has to be clean. I have to be clean. Appearantly they thought I was hurting myself too bad to stay on my own, so they send me here. Also to treat me for my 'depression' I didn't know I had'.

The banging had stopped but I saw three other nurses ran past my room to the room next to me. It had to be serious then. I got curious and I slowly got out of bed and shuffled towards the door. I looked around to see if anyone was there. You see we aren't allowed to leave our rooms after 11 O'clock at night. I went out on the corridor and crept my way to my neighbours room.

I cautiously looked inside and my breath hitched. There was a big red stain on the beautifully white wall. And a tiny boy laying underneath it. The nurses surrounding him.

'Mister Trohman, what are we doing out of bed' a voice spoke which nearly gave me a heart attack.

'I-i uh I'm sorry' I stuttered.

'Go back to bed' she ordered me as she walked passed me.

'I-is he going t-to be okay' I quickly asked.

'Go to your room' she just said.

I turned around in defeat and went back to my room. I layed back down in my bed but sleep wasn't going to come. The image of that boy lying there and the bloodstain on the wall and the sound of the banging wouldn't leave my mind.

What happened to him, I wondered.